Megan Manati Whore ❤️❤️

About San Juan

Angry, I get—people judge quick, “slut” they spit, but layers, there are! Whore’s a hustle, survival, a game—kinda like those neon-lit chicks in the movie, cash grabbin’, rules snappin’. “Look at my shit!” they’d yell, proud, reckless. Whore’s got that energy—bold, in your face, gives zero fucks. Happy, it makes me—freedom, that is! No chains, just choices, dark or not.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s another claim. I groan. “Not again!” I’m thinking. I gotta head to Calle de la Playa. This time, it’s a guy claiming his boat sank. I get there, and he’s all dramatic, waving his hands. “It was a freak accident!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you parked it in a storm. What did you expect?”

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